Mountain and River Festival

Chapter 268 Ice Prison Sect (Seeking monthly votes)
To reward Lu Xingzhou with the opportunity to get close to "Yuan Muyu", he traveled to the Ice Prison Sect in a wheelchair.

Previously, when traveling from Hanlan City to Yingyue City, Lu Xingzhou claimed that his wheelchair was too slow to fly and that his master should carry him... In reality, after being reforged and modified at the Tianxing Sword Sect, his wheelchair was now quite fast. It was just that he couldn't hold his master while riding in the wheelchair at that time, so it was more cost-effective for his master to carry him.

Things are different now. The relationship has become one of mutual affection, so naturally they can sit together in wheelchairs, giving wheelchairs a chance to be used again.

Ye Tinglan sat on the man's lap, leaning leisurely against his chest, admiring the scenery with ease. The image of flying in a wheelchair was quite comical, but actually sitting in one wasn't so bad; at least it was a mode of transportation, much more respectable than some people sitting on a handkerchief.

Ye Tinglan didn't need the windproof shield for her wheelchair, so she removed it. The wind blowing through the gaps in the mask gently caressed her face, cool and refreshing. With a good view and a comfortable human seat, Ye Tinglan leisurely enjoyed the scenery, unaware that the little man's hand had quietly climbed up her back.

By the time they discovered it, Lu Xingzhou had already been at the helm for quite some time...

Ye Tinglan slapped the groping hand away in annoyance: "What kind of behavior is this in broad daylight?"

Lu Xingzhou winced in pain, but refused to let go. Instead, he rested his chin on her shoulder and laughed, "The King of Hell wouldn't talk like that. If you really want to play the King of Hell, you have to tone down this gentlemanly air."

Ye Tinglan's eyes flickered: "What, does the King of Hell really want you to treat him like this?"

Lu Xingzhou laughed and said, "Isn't this my wife rewarding me with a chance to flirt with Yama?"

To be honest, the Holy Lord is even more capable of playing games than the demoness. Lu Xingzhou has experienced this many times recently. This is a blatant and deliberate blasphemy against the King of Hell. It is definitely a malicious revenge against that runaway little sister, maliciously making her be played by her "former subordinate".

I wonder if Yuan Muyu would be so angry she'd die if she found out.

But as for whether Yama would allow such treatment... the captain would not, but sitting in his lap is an exception.

Ye Tinglan said slowly, "I can imitate her vixen-like tone from her early years very well, but so many years have passed, you have to tell me about her current character."

"Now... cold and ruthless, with a lot more authority. I haven't seen him like that in a long time."

"You sound nostalgic?"

"Compared to a boss who always has a stern face and an unapproachable demeanor, who doesn't miss their former smiling boss?"

Ye Tinglan nodded, getting into the zone, and her tone turned stern: "If you touch me again, I'll chop your hand off."

His tone was stern, but the content was so intense that Lu Xingzhou burst out laughing.

Ye Tinglan hummed twice, still not swatting away the groping hand, but instead snuggled comfortably into his arms. Neither of them spoke for a moment, enjoying the undignified act of embracing and flying together in broad daylight.

Anyway, even if someone bumps into him, it's Yama being held in someone's arms and holding the headlights, what does that have to do with Tianyao Saint Master?

Ye Tinglan remained calm.

Lu Xingzhou, on the other hand, had expected to feel excited or overwhelmed with emotions while holding Yuan Muyu and holding the place he had longed for for so many years. But in reality, he didn't seem to feel anything at all…

Perhaps it was because they knew it was fake? A real fish couldn't possibly be that big, which further confirmed that it was fake?
Maybe so, anyway, I really didn't think much of Yuan Muyu. I knew very well that this was Mr.

The fact that the Holy Master of Tianyao was willing to let a man play with her like this is incredibly exciting, at a top-tier level. If we're going to express our feelings, we should express our gratitude for Ye Tinglan's love, not for Yuan Muyu's.

Amidst their differing thoughts, the Ice Prison Sect was already below.

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The Ice Prison Sect is located in the northwest of the Frost Kingdom, near the Frozen Moon River. However, the border is so long, and it is far away from the Cold Mist City, which has been the site of many stories.

It was even further away from the small town in central and southern China where the two of them lived in seclusion.

The demonic path in the Frost Kingdom is far more arrogant than that in the Great Qian Dynasty. The Ice Prison Sect directly establishes its own sect, widely recruits disciples, and doesn't care about anyone else.

Without the organizational strength of the Great Qian Dynasty, it wouldn't be easy for the various prestigious sects to eradicate demons. Independent attacks were impossible, and allied forces each had their own agendas, so no one was willing to be the most powerful, fearing being stabbed in the back. For the sake of resources, the so-called prestigious sects of the Frost Kingdom weren't exactly righteous in many matters, not to mention that other demonic sects were also eyeing them covetously from behind.

It would be fine if King Si Han wanted to unite various sects to fight against the demon race, but internal demon-suppression would create a whole host of problems. Instead of suppressing the demons, Si Han secretly colluded with them, using them as an external weapon; the two sides had been working together for many years.

As the ruler of the most powerful and influential kingdom in Tianshuang, even if the Ice Prison Sect didn't regard Si Han as a king, they still respected him somewhat, considering him a "big brother." Ultimately, the demonic path recognizes the strong.

While the adulterous couple were still sightseeing in the air, Dugu Qingli, with Si Han's recommendation, stepped into the mountain gate of the Ice Prison Sect.

"The Lord of Si sent a message via talisman, saying that Miss Dugu would be coming to visit. I didn't expect her to arrive so quickly." Ling Qixuan, the sect leader of the Ice Prison Sect, personally greeted her outside the mountain gate. When he saw Dugu Qingli's appearance, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes, but he politely invited Dugu Qingli to enter the mountain gate as a guest: "Please come in, Miss."

Dugu Qingli, with a heart as pure as ice, truly did not perceive any malice or sense of danger from the other party, and went up the mountain with them.

I felt a little strange.

The education of Tianyao disciples from a young age, including that of their originally aloof and upright master and sister, was absolutely opposed to the demonic path. Dugu Qingli felt that befriending Lu Xingzhou, a "former disciple of the demonic path," was already rebellious enough. She never imagined that she would step into the demonic path's gate alone as a guest, and yet she could not sense the slightest hostility.

Forget it, let alone befriending a former disciple of the Demonic Path. Even now, his aloof and upright master is already having an affair with a disciple of the Demonic Path... The Demonic Path disciples' judgments are always accurate. The Ice Prison Sect actually gave Si Han face and was able to communicate with him in a polite manner... This made the little white-haired boy, who had previously imagined countless scenes of bloodshed in battle with the Demonic Path, extremely uncomfortable.

In fact, when investigating the "demonic sect allied with the Yama Palace" a few days ago, Dugu Qingli had also clashed with the Ice Prison Sect, and she had even killed a disciple of the Ice Prison Sect. But now, in Ling Qixuan's attitude, it seemed that he didn't care at all about the death of one or two lackeys, and it didn't even count as a quarrel.

The cold-bloodedness of the demonic path is evident.

Upon arriving at the main hall, Ling Qixuan gestured to his subordinates to serve tea and asked politely, "I've heard that Miss Dugu is a direct descendant of the Tianyao Holy Land... May I ask what brings you to my Ice Prison Sect?"

Dugu Qingli said directly, "To be honest, I originally came to investigate the demonic path that has allied with the Yama Palace."

Ling Qixuan twitched his cheek. Was this something that could be said so bluntly? Everyone knew that Tianyao Holy Land and Yama Palace were enemies. What did you want by coming here like this? So he asked, "Since you've laid it all out here, young lady, you're probably not here to interrogate me?"

"No," Dugu Qingli said directly, "During my investigation, I discovered that your sect seems to be interested in studying the formation of the Frozen Moon River and the secrets of the icy landscape here. Many people have studied this over the millennia, but ultimately all have come up empty-handed, including our Tianyao Holy Land, and so most of them gave up. Nowadays, very few people continue this research. Hmm, I am personally very interested in this matter. I wonder if your sect could share some of its findings?"

Ling Qixuan did not respond for a moment, but stared blankly at Dugu Qingli's white hair and blue eyes.

Dugu Qingli frowned slightly: "Sect Master Ling."

"Oh." Ling Qixuan said politely, "Please forgive my rudeness, young lady. Your appearance seems to be related to the Ice-Cold Physique recorded in our sect's records?"

Dugu Qingli nodded: "That should be the case. Since your clan has relevant records, do you know the cause of this physique?"

Ling Qixuan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "Unknown, but I know that this kind of physique exists. It can be considered a type of innate holy body. You are exceptionally talented, young lady."

Dugu Qingli just looked at him without saying a word. She had already said what she needed to say, but the other party had not yet responded.

But then Ling Qixuan said, "As for our sect's exploration of Frozen Moon River... in reality, due to our limited strength, we haven't gone much deeper than others, and the information we've obtained is extremely limited. I'm afraid we'll have to disappoint you, young lady."

Dugu Qingli said, "You found an ancient dragon bone that was still alive, so why didn't you go deeper than others?"

"That was just an accident. We weren't strong enough to handle it, so in the end, it was Lord Si who took it, wasn't it..."

"Then, could you share some of the limited information that Sect Master Ling mentioned? Even if it's just superficial information, there might still be something to refer to."

Ling Qixuan said, "What we do know is that a large number of ancient ruins are buried at the bottom of the glacier, and what has been discovered so far is only a drop in the ocean. There may even be a huge site pointing to the collapse of an ancient immortal kingdom."

Dugu Qingli remained silent, a fact recorded in the ancient texts of the Tianyao Holy Land, representing the result of previous explorations and speculations. Of course, speculation played a larger role, as there was no concrete evidence.

The discovery of what appears to be ancient dragon bones has, ironically, provided considerable evidence for this hypothesis.

If dragons exist, are there other dragons, or aggregates of other higher life forms? Do city-states and political regimes exist? Was the death of this dragon due to war?

Previously, Master wanted to obtain this dragon bone to study it further. Since the Ice Prison Sect was the first to discover it, they had probably already completed their research. However, further research on controlling dragon bones was not the Ice Prison Sect's area of ​​expertise, so they did Si Han a favor, which led to a series of subsequent events.

In other words, the Ice Prison Sect must have some understanding of the origin of this dragon bone, but they seem unwilling to say it. At this point, listening to your words is like listening to nothing at all—utterly useless.

Dugu Qingli thought for a moment, then finally nodded: "It is said that the establishment and even the purpose of your sect are related to a certain ancient ice demon? Is the formation of the Frozen Moon Cold River related to this demon?"

Ling Qixuan narrowed his eyes and stared at Dugu Qingli without saying a word.

Dugu Qingli subconsciously touched the hilt of her sword.

But she still didn't notice Ling Qixuan's malice; he seemed lost in thought, even more confused than she, Dugu Qingli.

Just as they felt they were at an impasse, unable to get any closer to the core issues, a message came from a disciple of the Ice Prison Sect outside the door: "Sect Master, Yama, the King of the Underworld, has arrived at the mountain gate with an attendant."

Dugu Qingli was stunned, and Ling Qixuan stood up straight in disbelief: "Yan Jun just came to sign the alliance not long ago. Why would he come here again if there's nothing wrong? Are you sure it's really Yan Jun?"

"Super VIP? Who would be so idle as to personally engage in diplomacy all day long?" Ling Qixuan's first reaction was that it was an imposter.

"I'll go out and take a look... Uh, Miss Dugu, could you please take refuge for now? If it really is Yama, it might be bad for you."

"You're quite nice to me?" Dugu Qingli suppressed the strange emotions in her heart and followed the Ice Prison Sect disciples to another location.

On the way, he secretly glanced outside the mountain gate and saw the familiar Lu Xingzhou following "Yuan Muyu" up the mountain in a swaggering manner, with Ling Qixuan being careful to flatter him.

Master, are you addicted to impersonating Yuan Muyu? Not content with impersonating her in front of me, you've even worn a mask to impersonate her in front of outsiders...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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